The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-06-27

"Ah, fool! I think you know | never
loved. Men are so little, could rule
them all; l do not want man that ]
can rule. But his voice-it sings
OF war, OF great deeds. terrible
and grand. And yet, Massimiliani. II
sings OF love-of love which counts
power and money, and name as moth
ing. 1t does not sue for love; 1T do
mands it as right. The verses which
he sings are no other mans; they are
his own, and he weaves them as he
sings. He does not mind that | an
great, he loves me for my soul, he
loves me for my pride, for my will, for
my scorn OF pretty things. He knows
me as | am. He is the first living
creature who has ever done so. II
mounts-this voice-up to my lattice
like vine. 1t runs through gay melo'
dies like ripping water. 1t grows as
sad as the voice OF the night-bird. ]
weep when it sings OF death; throw
up my arms and walk the room,
strong as giant, when it sings OF war,
and when 1t sings OF love, fool, / bury
my lace in my arms and blush. All
day lie and dream OF it, and in my
sleeping dreams at night Ihear naught
but it. l dream how we shall meet
and where. / am sure he must be
beautiful"
A sound from the man ut her feet
caused her to stop. The fool had
rolled OH his back in O. CONFUSION oil
laughter, and the tears trickled down
his cheeks.
"Fooll' cried the lady, springirgfrom
the couch in anger.
"Mother OF Godp' exclaimed the
dwarf. "Will the eternal SHOWS melt
and desert the blossom? Will the tow.
Ell fall? Shall be straight? Will God
take pity? Will my lady lover" He
threw his iangling punchinello at her
feet, and tore his cap from his head.
"Wear them" he cried, my bauble
and my capl never cracked so excel
lent Jest"
"Slave" The lady grew pale with
rage. Tomorrow, you shall see, for
| shall find which of my courtiers it is
that sings thus, and l will marry him
and none but him."
"None but him, gracious lady? And
all these perfumed knights that have
been praying to you while moons grew
great and faded into sheaths again
and waned to darkness. and these
that hold q courtly contest for your
hand?"
~ will marry him alone who knows
my soul, and shows il to me in song.
| sent for you that you might search
him out, / thought you might do me
some service"
"Aye, for the scorn OF fifteen years,
which you have given me?"
"Haveyou not given me back scorD
| for scorn?"
"At least to-day have made you
forget we are not equals. You are de-
Tending yourself against me, mistress,
against your slave"
Teave me! Tomorrow mind, at
night when my friends are with me, |
shall lird who sang those songs, and
will be his wife, and none but wife.
You think l cannot love, l have
known none but fools though they
were not all as ugly as devils. Out OF
my sight. l do not need your aid"
The fool, with his bestial head hang
ing, and his hot eyes rolling threw up
his hands with frantic gesture and
rushed from the room.
The day passed. Evening came,
and, later, the moonlight. Under the
balcony the shadows were dark. The
Lady Lucrece walked in the chamber
where the candles stood dark in their
silver sconces, and only the moon lit
the white marble which her garments
swept. She waited long the voice did
not come. The moon reached the
west and still the lady paced the
floor. At length the longed-for
melody, pure, vaulting, triumphant,
burst into song of victory and love;
but ere it had sung score OF words 1t
was choked into silence. A sound
arose to the lady's ears OF passionate
weeping; there was O discordant jan
gle OF the lutte as though a disregard
full hand had brushed it heavily and
the night wore on in silence. The next
day no one saw the Jester Massimiliani
nor the Lady Lucrece till it was night
"a festal highland the stately
apartments were ablazed with light.
Never had Pisa known such n festival.
Liberty reigned in hall and hovel, and
the Lady Lucrece was the central fig
ure OF the festival. She sat at the end
OF hall on O dais. Robes OF azure
silk fell all about her; jewels looped
up her hair, gliStered on her arms,
clasped her white neck, and shone in
the fastening OF her slippers. About
her we're flowers, perfume, light, music.
men who were courtly, women who
we're beautiful. There were marbles,
carvings, tapestries, statues, and
fountains. But the deep fire in the